Girl’s got too much make-up on. It’s raunchy. It’s so perfect. You want that trashiness.
Insert a quarter and I’ll give you a ride, baby. This will be the ride of your life, baby darling. It’s just that easy. So easy, so so easy, baby. Put a quarter in and I’ll ride you all your worth. I wanna be your coin-operated prostitute.
No, no. Fuck you. I wanted that. You said; you promised. Yeah, daddy said he’d never do that. He always promised. He lied, daddy lied. Lied. Lied. Lied.
and I just wanna FUCKING crawl into the dirt and break her into fucking PIECES because decay means fucking turning into bones and fucking maggots.
I’m sick of your tequila shot games and cellophane smiles. Drink up, bullet in, and nail it on the first try. Tequila shot suicide.
You wrote me a note and ended it, “I’m gonna see the fucking stars.”
I hope they were bright enough for you, baby darling. You deserve nothing but the very best, even in death.
I hate you.
this is easy money, you told me
September 25th, 2008 at 01:38am